I don't know whether Mrs. Borden is out or in; I wish you would see if she is in her room.

I was feeling well enough to eat the pears.

I thought I would go out, and see if the air would make me feel any better.

I know what she used to do sometimes. She kept her best cape she wore on the street in there, and she used occasionally to go up there to get it and to take it into her room. She kept a great deal in the guest room drawers.

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

She said she was going out, and would get the dinner. That is the last I saw her, or said anything to her.

Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.

Go for Dr. Bowen as soon as you can. I think father is hurt.

I did not hear her go or come back, but I supposed she went.

I was not up stairs when he came home; no, sir.

I have been away a great deal in the daytime, occasionally at night.

Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.

I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew.

My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.

I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.

I don't know whether Mrs. Borden is out or in; I wish you would see if she is in her room.

I was on the stairs coming down when she let him in.

I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in.

She told me she had a note, somebody was sick.

Maggie went out of doors to wash the windows and father came out into the kitchen and said he did not know whether he would go down to the post office or not. And then I sprinkled some handkerchiefs to iron.

I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.

I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.

I can't do anything in a minute.

I never eat any breakfast.

When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.

I had no occasion for an apron on that morning.

My humanitarian work evolved from being with my family. My mom, my dad, they really set a great example for giving back. My mom was a nurse, my dad was a school teacher. But my mom did a lot of things for geriatrics and elderly people. She would do home visits for free.

We still have a lot of work to do in American culture. More open-mindedness is happening - in some cases rapidly, in some, slowly.

The virtue of obedience makes the will supple. It inspires the courage with which to fulfill the most difficult tasks.

What I've been able to do with my character, Madea, and the other characters, with the jokes, is use it as an anesthetic to get to the heart and soul of real issues. And what I've found on stage over the years is that, while making people laugh, I can drop in pearls of wisdom.

Instead of better glasses, your network gives you better eyes.

Nothing can stop the attack of aircraft except other aircraft.

I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.

My writing is remarkably non-confessional; you actually learn very little about me.

People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.

I used to empty the studio out and throw stuff away. I now don't. There will be a whole series of dead ends that a year or two down the line I'll come back to.

My best hair care tip would be, choose a range that is right for your hair structure. Working with Pantene has made me realize the importance of this, and it really does make a difference. I have quite thick hair, so I use the Smooth & Sleek range.

Is it government's job to make up for someone's mistakes?

All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.

I played saxophone and trumpet. Pretty nerdy.

In the progress of personality, first comes a declaration of independence, then a recognition of interdependence.

Going into the second arc, I'm making a conscious effort to do something I say I never do, which is to change my style because of feedback. I'm trying to make 'Pretty Deadly' more accessible by being more clear in the writing.

I had, toward the last, been shut off from all visitors, and so when the lawyer, Peter A. Hendricks, came and told me that friends of mine were willing to take charge of me if I would rather be with them than in the asylum, I was only too glad to give my consent.

I never want to be that person again, that Vanity.

Philadelphia merely seems dull because it's next to exciting Camden, New Jersey.

I don't think that I've ever been a backup.

Actually, when I was young, I believe I met Nicolas Cage. I think I was probably eight, and I remember seeing him at somebody's house - it was an event and he happened to be there. People would ask me if I was his son, because I looked like him at that point, so I do remember feeling some connection and just wanting to say, like, 'Papa!'

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky.

Well, in pharmacology, if the effect is local, it's of course absolutely awkward to use it in any other way than as a local treatment.